The Boy of its Mother In the abandoned plaino That morna breeze heats, Of bullets assigned - Two, of side by side -, Lies deceased, and cools. Ray to it it farda the blood Of extended arms, Target, parrot, exangue, Ribbon with looking at langue and blind person the lost skies. So young! How young age! (Now that age has) Only son, the mother gives a name to it and he keeps it: "the boy of its mother". The brief case fell to it of the algibeira. It gives to it mother to it. The case is entire Is good, It is that already it does not serve. Of another algibeira, winged Tip to roçar the ground, the embainhada brancura Of a handkerchief... It gave to it it Old servant to it who brought it to the col. There far, in house, it has prece: "That it comes back early, and well" (Meshes that the Empire weaves) It lies deceased, and apodrece, the boy of its mother. Fervando Persoa
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